if Pic had been right about holding off—I wasn’t feeling kind and gentle and loving.
I needed to fuck.
I needed to fuck tonight.
And yeah, it would probably scare the shit out of her, and no, at this point I just didn’t care, because she was right inside and no door was strong enough to keep me away from her. Not now that I was so close. Punching the bell again, I wondered if I’d have to kick the door in.
Then I heard the lock scrape open.
“Sorry,” she said, opening the door. “I was upstairs and . . .”
Her voice trailed off as I looked her over, not bothering to hide the need burning me alive. She wore this long, flowing silky robe thing that’d been tied tight around her waist, and her hair was up in a ponytail that’d be perfect for holding tight while I fucked her from behind.
My balls tightened, and I swallowed, staring at her nipples. That thin fabric was doing exactly jack to hide how hard they’d gotten.
“It’s a little late,” she said slowly.
“Time to talk, Tinker,” I replied, knowing I probably sounded like a fucking caveman and not giving one single shit. I pushed through the door, catching her arm and jerking her to the side so I could lock us in. Peaches. There it was. Now I just needed to figure out if her cunt tasted that way, too.
Only one way to find out.
My cock surged at the thought. Slowly, deliberately counting my steps to maintain control, I walked across the room toward a dark wooden table along the wall. Hold it together. Don’t scare her. Fuck her and make her scream.
Jesus, couldn’t decide what I wanted.
All of it.
“What’s going on?” she asked, and I heard fear in her voice. Christ, that just made me want her more. I liked the idea of hunting her, chasing her down like a doe, then banging her hard while she screamed for mercy. Those nipples were like rocks . . . She wanted me just as bad as I wanted her. Was she wet already? I could practically smell it on her.
The throbbing in my dick matched the pounding in my head.
Keep it together, moron.
Reaching back, I pulled my gun out of the back of my jeans, setting it down carefully. Then I unbuckled my belt, whipping it through the loops to free the scabbard holding my knife.
“Cooper, I think—” she started to say, but I cut her off. Couldn’t take one more damned minute of her calling me by that fucking name.
“Gage.”
I set the hunting knife beside the gun, carefully coiling my belt up next to them. Pic might’ve been right, I realized. My control was slipping. She needed a slow, careful explanation. I needed my cock buried deep in her cunt. One of these would be happening soon, and it probably wasn’t the smart one.
“Gage?” she asked hesitantly.
“My name is Gage,” I confirmed, turning and stalking toward her. Goddamn, her cheeks were all flushed. I saw fear and excitement in her eyes, and those beautiful tits of her swayed up with every breath, taunting me. The view was outstanding. At some point I should probably figure out where she kept her bras, then take my knife to each and every one of them. Those tits were works of art and they deserved better than to be covered.
“Your name is Gage?” she asked, clearly confused as hell.
Fair enough, what with all the lies I’d told her.
“Yeah, the name was fake,” I told her bluntly. I took another step forward, backing her against the front door. “All of it was fake. Lot of shit’s gone down in the last two days. Things have changed, so it’s time for us to talk.”
I let my body push into hers, flattening her boobs against my chest. Christ, that felt good. Felt even better as my cock dug into her stomach. Felt right, the same way it felt when I’d put my colors back on. Right in a way that resonated to my bones, and any doubts I might’ve had about the situation were gone in an instant. I should lock her up, make her my prisoner until she acknowledged once and for all who she belonged to. Maybe even tattoo my name across that ass of hers.
That way any fucker stupid enough to try and get into her pants would know the name of his murderer.
My hand tightened on her throat for an instant—Jesus, the power I had over her in